Average Joe

I'm sorry, dawg

Look man, you already know what's happening

There's only room for one at the top

I'm taking over your fans (Getting tired of playing with you boys)

I'm taking over your brand (I'll get you Average Joe)

You're Local Hero, I'm Hollywood Trick

I'm at your headtop, we ain't the same, dawg

Let's talk about it (Woo-hoo)

I ain't never backing down to an average Joe (Argh)

Belly poking out, you prolly can't touch your toes (Chonky ass)

Keep popping off, I'll bust you right in the nose (Pow-pow)

I ain't never backing down to an average Joe (Nah)

I ain't never backing down to an average Joe (Let's talk about it)

I ain't never backing down to an average Joe (Let's talk about it)

I ain't never backing down to an average Joe (You heard it, dawg)

I ain't never backing down to an average Joe (Go fix up)

Be real, dawg, we're on a different level

You basement boy, Trick feels special (Ugh)

I rule better, my shoes better

If you knew better, you'll do better

My chance better, my seats leather

You're getting buried, I'll get the shovel

It's on sight, I'm me whenever

You play, boy, I'm Hugh Heffner (Woo-hoo)

I ain't never backing down to an average Joe (Nah)

I ain't never backing down to an average Joe (Yeah)

I ain't never backing down to an average Joe (Yeah)

I ain't never backing down to an average Joe (Hahahahahaha; yeah)

Keep showing up, boy, I ain't say your name (I ain't say your name, dawg)

I'ma take your gold and send you back to TNA (Back to the Indies, dawg)

Got a dad bod' like you're drinking all day

Turn around, I'll burn you down and put you in the ashtray (Woo-hoo)

Got fans 'cause you look just like 'em (You're an average Joe; like 'em)

Got style 'cause, boy, you keep biting (Keep on biting; argh)

Tryna out this, Trick keep writing (Good luck, dawg; keep on writing)

Trick'll hit you quick, hit you faster than some lightning (Pop, pop, pop; all that)

Average Joe, yeah, I'm tired of being humble (Humble)

Shoulda never took my spot in the Rumble (You heard me, dawg)

Got a match with Randy Orton, then you fumbled (Three-minute spots)

Put you on the spot, cook your ass like some gumbo (Woo-hoo; hahahahahaha)

And I ain't never backing down to an average Joe (Argh)

And I ain't never backing down to an average Joe (Nah, never)

And I ain't never backing down to an average Joe (On my mama, never)

And I ain't never backing down to an average Joe (Never, boy)

I ain't never backing down to an average Joe (Let's talk about it)

I ain't never backing down to an average Joe (Let's talk about it)

I ain't never backing down to an average Joe (You heard me, dawg)

I ain't never backing down to an average Joe (Go fix up)

You an average Joe, you an average Joe (Yah)

You an average Joe (Yah), until you make this stomach go (Yah)

You an average Joe (Yah), you an average Joe (Yah)

You an average Joe (Yah), boy, I'ma take your gold

I told you, boy, you couldn't hang with me

Should've stayed put where you was at

You came to my world, you came to NXT, dawg

We don't give participation trophies 'round here

I told you, bro

You can't hang with me

Send you back to the Indies

Hahahaha, let's talk about it